In Search For My Twin - Episode 28

 

Immy's pov

It's Sunday morning and everyone seems so busy. I led Vicky and Nancy to imara's room and thank God she's awake. Outside people are making their last efforts before the party starts off. Morning girls. She said hugging them one at a time . You look adorable they said. We chatted for some good time untill maama Namuli asked us to leave the room. 

We went out where we were served with milk and bread. Tents have been decorated with pink and white flowers plus balloons . The place looks so amazing and the music popping. Some women are busy in the kitchen while others are having breakfast.  Kids are running here and there laughing and shouting.  Everywhere there's a sign of joy and happiness .

The make-up artists have arrived and they went straight to imara's room. Outside guests have started to arrive and among them dad and Nana have ghost themselves front seats. We quickly went inside and started to prepare our selves. 

It'safternoon and the long awaited guests have arrived, "the groom's side" and now it's time to enjoy the party. We were asked to come out and greet the guests and then went back. When it was time for imara to come out, everyone of us was left speechless.  She looked so beautiful in a pinkish dress with golden floweers

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. On her head they have styled a golden veil ,her make-up on point.  My goodness she's indeed a bride. She's so beautiful and no words can explain how she looks. She wore an assuring smile while waving her hand. Her hands were packed with golden bangles which added on her beauty. Indeed am in love with the Muslim dress code. 

It was a beautiful day and she changed three times however I can't pick where she looked more beautiful because they were all so adorable. The party ended a bit late at night but it was worth it. I could see dad clapping and smiling.  He looked so happy however imara didn't notice her. I know dad was disturbed on seeing faruk as the groom. 

It has been two weeks ever since we came back from masaka and up to now it's the only thing dad talks about at home. He left the company in my hands completely and he decided to buy a house in masaka in order to see her daughter more often. I couldn't stop him because I also want them to reconcile.  Nana moved tho masaka with dad and they started a new life in a small house.

Imara's pov

It's been two weeks ever since my wedding day and today is going to be my first day in my new house. Faruk bbought a big house in masaka town and also insisted I have thyyo be a house wife and I agreed. We have been to an adventurous place for our honeymoon in kabale called kansiime backpackers. It's a nice place surrounded with mountains,lakes wildlife etc. It's a dream come true and am so happy my sister was there for me. Faruk started a very big wholesale shop for electronics in masaka town but he also still manages work in the city.

ONE YEAR LATER;

It has been a year ever since I got married and Allah has blessed our marriage with a baby boy his name , Yunusu. His only two months old and I love him more than anything.  My sister graduated and also got married to Stephen.  She's four months pregnant now and happily married. Hajara lives in Kampala while studying at kyambogo university.  My best friend Namuli got married to a trader and now she leaves in the city but we often talk. I have been hearing that my dad lives here in masaka town however I don't want to engage myself with him. He called my husband and asked him for forgiveness and yes they reconciled. Life is pretty fine and my baby boy is growing. 

I do my chores very early and spend most of the time with my baby while waiting for faruk. Just as I was sitting my sister called and said,"imara dad got an accident his in masaka hospital please help me take care of him until I come". She hung up without even hearing what I had to say. I felt a shiver go through my body and without thinking I wrapped my baby in warm clothes and ran to the hospital.  

Thank God I found him. He is lying on the hospital bed with closed eyes . What happened to him . I asked, he got an accident.  But how can he get an accident when he can't even walk. I shouted. But who am I shouting at? I asked myself.  Nana sat there looking at me without saying a word. What have I done ?  I didn't even know what to do? Why didn't you call me first? I said looking at nana. But you said never to bother you,she said calmly.  I don't what I have been doing and I don't know what I have done to my own dad. 

He can't walk definitely because of me. Am the worst kind of daughter.  I know he brought suffering to mom but now am like him. I went and held his hand calling out his name but nothing  .

Read " Sister's Love " by the same author ( fatumah sulait )

. What if he dies?  What if he never wakes up again in his sleep? I dialled faruk's and told him what happened.  I can now hear his words echoing in my head,"my love his your father and remember what Islam teaches us about those who wrong us and about our behaviours towards our parents". I just don't know what's happening to me. Why can't you open your eyes now I cried out loud still holding his hands. 

Faruk arrived later and asked me to be a bit patient. It hurts so much than I ever thought. 

I pleaded to him to open his eyes . I promised to call him dad but nothing worked. I was growing so impatient untill my baby started to cry . I tried breast feeding him but I remembered I haven't eaten yet so I have nothing to give him. I rushed back home and ate some porridge.  I breastfed my baby and went back to the hospital.  I quickly enteredthe hospital room and I found left my heart in pieces.